I’m thrilled to announce that my first collection I lost summer somewhere has just been published and is available at Amazon and through Kelsay Books.
Here are some of the great things my fellow poets have said about it.
“Melancholy, exuberance, nostalgia, fulfillment, contentment, longing – Sarah Russell hits all the spots, and there isn’t one poem where a woman won’t be able to identify in some way. She’s singing all our songs, putting into magical words things we felt so often but never knew how to tell. Deep sadness matched by laughter, gentleness, love and a sense of adventure. It was a privilege being there with her, living what she remembers, identifying with every line.”
Rose Mary Boehm, author of Tangents, From the Ruhr to Somewhere Near Dresden,and Peru Blues
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“Sarah Russell brings us into her world, a world of “dream-filled summer nights,” where “leaves are October butterflies.” Russell’s poems sing the important moments of life. It’s a song that stays in your mind, drawing you back to the poems again and again.”
Nina Bennett, author of Mix Tape and The House of Yearning
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“Sarah Russell’s poems don’t have to crawl under your skin – they’ve always been there. If you haven’t known a suicide, or gone through divorce or cancer, you’ve known the fear. If you’ve never had a love you’d marry twice if you had three lives, you’ve felt the longing. Russell may have lost summer somewhere, but she has found what makes us human.”
Alarie Tennille, author of Waking on the Moon and Running Counterclockwise
Sarah Russell Poetry 
Love the line … I see her mouth move sometimes.
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You can fill in the blanks of what she mutters under her breath…
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Chopping vegetables and mincing her life. I can see her, you painted the scene so clearly. Congrats on the publication of three poems!
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Thanks, Sherry. Yes, a red letter day.
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Yes, a familiar scene, a beautiful painting!
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Thanks a lot, Annell!
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I can see why this was published.
And the painting is poignant. Well chosen.
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Thank you very much, Yvonne. I love going out to Pinterest and Google to search for pictures to go with my posts.
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I recognize some odd behavior in my mother… such sadness when it’s time to mince your life…
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Thank Bjorn. Yes, mincing your life…
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An evocative memory that makes me think of the way we sometimes watch others, quietly, repeat actions that go on to become the frames of our memories and lives.
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A wonderful way to put it, Wyndolynne — frames for our memories!
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Some minuscule things people do never leave the memory, I can still remember my moms even though she’s been gone almost seventeen years. Lovely write.
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Yes, Vicki, and now I’m finding myself doing some of the same things. Most times a laugh. Sometimes, though…
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Very nice Sarah
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Thanks, Steve!
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Congratulations on the publication of your poems, Sarah! This one is so poignant. And I love the painting by Dmitri Matkovski, the perfect illustration.
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I loved several of the paintings I found by him. He’s a Russian painter.
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Congratulations. Your poem reminds me of my grandmother and her love of tea
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Thanks very much, KB!
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Mincing her life.. so unexpected and poignant. Congratulations on the publication, Sarah.
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Thanks, Rajani. I think especially our mother’s generation minced their lives.
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i love this. the tiniest rhythms of life.
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Yes, It’s a keeping time, isn’t it, Beth.
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Congratulations on the well-deserved publication. Brilliant poem, particularly that striking close.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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This is so elegant and vividly drawn! 😊 Congratulations to you on the publication of three poems! ❤❤❤
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Thanks, Sanaa!
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This is beautifully sketched – and the close on the piece is stunning. Your writing is very authentic, Sarah … and thus, intensely compelling.
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Thank you so much, Wendy. High praise. You’re very kind.
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I like the observation in this poem but overriding everything is the sadness of change as her mother slowly enters another world entirely her own.
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Wow, Robin. I had not thought of that interpretation. And yes, it all fits. Thanks so much for your insight.
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Wonderful poem – so evocative. So seemingly simple, but not so. You put us right there in the kitchen. I’ve saved many a tea bag I didn’t reuse, but sometimes I do. This could easily jump start a short story or novel. We can imagine what she’d play on the radio, who would appear if there were a knock at the door. Thanks, Sarah and thanks to Corey Cook. I’m going to look it up on Red Eft, too.
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Thanks so much, Alarie. Yes, it could start a novel, couldn’t it. Hadn’t thought of that, but then, you know I don’t think in novel terms. Too little life left to start one of those! You’ll love Red Eft. Very fast turn around for poems. Rose Mary Boehm publishes there. That’s how I learned of the venue.
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This is a very nice piece, capturing the constriction of a life lived by rote and sliced into digestible pieces.
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What a wonderful interpretation Kestril. Thanks!
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I really love that first line. The moment I read it, I knew I was about to glimpse into a remarkable. And what makes the poem more wonderful is that the wonder come from seemingly simple things.
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Thank you so much, Magaly.
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Sarah, you created a vivid picture in words. A contained life expressed by sounds of mincing and shuffling. Congratulations on the publication.
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Thanks, Ali. I woke one morning with the image in my head. Had to put it down. Funny how that happens sometimes.
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